Carol Graham

I married Carol. She sex bombed me, then love bombed me. Then dumped me. I was devastated by my one true love. I have never trusted conditional love since. 
Conditions are terms of a contract.
A relationship is unconditional, it has to be, people change. 
I saw a man dislocate his hip this morning reaching for the cream in the hospital common area.
He actually jumped out of his chair from the pain.
Being dumped by a narcissist is like that.
She cloned me, that’s why I found her so nice.
Because I am nice.
Oh.
Now I see her as she really is: